Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1900 - 1901: Burn You Down

Ripples appeared in the sky; the power of Extre Tiger was akin to an air bomb.

The dark creatures closest to the truck were stunned by the terrifying roar.

More than twenty jackal-like dark creatures fell dead on the spot.

Even more dark creatures were frightened by the ferocity within the Tiger Roar, retreating like a tide.

Hans' ears rang, and stars danced before his eyes.

Yang Fei did not target Hans with his Tiger Roar, but it almost knocked him out.

Others were similarly affected, nearly fainting from Yang Fei's Tiger Roar Power.

Yang Fei looked at Hans' dazed eyes and shouted loudly: "Turn around and charge in."

Yang Fei's shout did not entirely diminish the Tiger Roar Power, imbued with irresistible will.

Hans jolted and instinctively turned the direction, charging toward the central camp.

To prevent the Blue Danube Team from escaping, the enemy gathered dark creatures to block the path behind Yang Fei and the others.

They never expected the truck to charge instead of retreat, allowing Yang Fei and the others to rush out seven to eight hundred ters.

The dilapidated truck frantically charged forward, jostling through the low hills so much that it nearly made the heart jump.

Hans didn't expect the backhand spear maneuver to be unexpectedly smooth, delighting him greatly.

He tightly controlled the steering wheel, flooring the accelerator, and the truck crashed through two encampnts, madly racing forward.

Less than a thousand ters away, a young man with an eyepatch stood on the high ground, watching the lawless truck with a frown.

The young man was handso, with a left eye of bright blue, and wore a silver-white eyepatch over his right eye, clearly blind in one.

Beside the young man was a forty-year-old colonel, bowing obsequiously.

"Young Master, rest assured, can these re five or six people and a broken truck fly to the sky?"

The Young Master snorted: "Ebert the Holy Envoy is currently besieging the Duke of Southern Road."

"If these insignificant ants disturb his plans, you and I will be severely punished."

He glared furiously at the Colonel.

"I don't care what ans you use, kill these ants imdiately, or else, I'll blow your head off."

ntioning Ebert made the Colonel shiver, and he responded loudly: "Yes, Young Master."

He said and turned to leave.

Just then, the Young Master suddenly yelled: "What are these bastards trying to do?"

The Colonel jumped in fright, seeing the truck shake off the entanglent of dark creatures behind and turn around, racing towards the canyon.

And in that canyon was the energy supply station where the Duke of Southern Road was hiding, with Ebert the Holy Envoy besieging him inside.

The Colonel loudly ordered: "Special Operations Teams One, Two, Three, Four, lock on the enemy's truck at any cost and stop them."

"Additionally, Thunder Team deploy, execute the Death Order!"

With the Colonel's command, several squads surged out from the crowded team.

These squads, like sharp swords, broke through the scattered troops, charging toward the truck.

The military quality of these squads was obviously superior to others, acting swiftly and as fast as lightning.

They took less than half a minute to rapidly approach the truck.

However, at this ti, the truck unexpectedly stopped.

On the truck, Yang Fei turned around, raised a middle finger at the rapidly approaching squads, flipping his finger down sharply.

The Colonel and Young Master were enraged by this rude provocation.

The Young Master rushed in front of the Colonel, shouting loudly: "Don't kill that guy, I want him captured alive and then taught a good lesson."

In every mutant's mind, this squad that recklessly barged in and injured countless mutants was already as good as dead.

Just then, several squad mutants, like a gust of wind, charged within two hundred ters of the truck.

At this mont, Yang Fei placed his thumb on his middle finger, making a striking gesture.

Snap!

He snapped his fingers, and a strand of spark surprisingly appeared at his fingertip, hovering uncertainly.

For so reason, seeing this strand of spark made all the mutants shiver, sensing impending disaster.

Several squads still raced forward like arrows, nearing the truck infinitely.

Yang Fei lazily watched, his eyes full of ferocity.

The Colonel and Young Master watched the gold-red fla blossoming from Yang Fei's fingertip, glancing at each other, both utterly uneasy.

Two hundred ters, one hundred fifty ters, one hundred ters...

As the mutant squads rushed closer, the fla on Yang Fei's fingertip suddenly exploded, becoming innurable clusters, falling on the gasoline-soaked ground.

Boom!

The underground gasoline was ignited by the Phoenix Mysterious Fire, suddenly burning into a thick wall of fire.

Ah!

The charging mutant squad imdiately found themselves in a sea of fire, rolling and wailing amid the raging flas.

The worst was the thick wall of fire rapidly spreading along the ground to the surrounding area.

In an instant, the fierce flas had engulfed seven to eight hundred ters and were spreading faster to the camp interior.

The Young Master and Colonel stared wide-eyed at the stage, completely incredulous.

Quite a while later, the Young Master finally scread.

"Put out the fire! Deploy the Superpower Squad for fire suppression; if we don't capture this squad today and tear them to pieces, we'll never rest."

Yang Fei coldly chuckled: "Try extinguishing it!"

He said, snapping his fingers again. The fla on his fingertip rapidly grew to the size of a soup bowl, slowly rising into the air.

When the fla rose to the middle of the camp, it suddenly erupted into countless clusters, falling down.

In an instant, the entire night sky seed to rain fiery teors, an impressive sight.

Every cluster of fla that fell onto the ground turned into blazing flas, burning everywhere.

Instantly, the entire camp beca a sea of fire.

The Superpower Squad deployed by the Young Master didn't even get to unleash their abilities before being enveloped in fire.

Seven or eight Level Six mutants fell to the ground at once, screaming miserably as they burned.

One mutant reacted swiftly, exhaling icy air from his mouth and nose, attempting to freeze the flas on himself.

However, the flas soared imdiately, reaching over three ters high.

Other mutant team mbers suffered the sa tragic fate.

Attempting to suppress the flas made them rise skyward even more fiercely.

The Young Master and Colonel stared wide-eyed.

Damn, what kind of fire is this?

Monstrous!